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Hey folks! Mavis speaking. It’s time to clear up rumors and disprove a myth about the circus. Over the years, people have moaned and groaned about the awful treatment of performers who “are different”, have disabilities or outrageous anomalies. Are freak shows wrong? My answer is hell no. Why?
Many of these folks are social outcasts. When in public they are gawked at, pointed at and run away from in fear or disgust, (to name a few). It is often difficult for legless, armless, oddly bearded, overtly short, massively tall, morbidly obese, geographically tattooed persons to gain legitimate employment. They are no doubt discriminated against. Admit it. If you were to encounter an over seven foot woman or man in a public setting, you would be so inclined to look and take a few double takes. Imagine how difficult it would be for them to find a lover!
Those things said, I don’t believe that freak shows should be banned from the circus. If they have been, it’s odd for people to think that modern-day societal freak shows are nonexistent. For instance: talk shows (i.e. Jerry Springer). And what, per say, do you consider reality T.V.? Nonetheless, this article is intended to open the public eye to the importance of circus freak shows.
Would freaks have jobs if not employed by the circus? I guess you could say that a midget or dwarf gets jobs in Hollywood. And guess what they play in every movie: a midget or dwarf. That doesn’t leave them many career options. We all know they’ll never get a “Brad Pitt” part. Let’s consider the fat lady or bearded lady of the circus freak shows. Do these women have a chance to get a leading role in a movie? I think not. Their excessive curves and unwanted facial hair lead to much discrimination in the public sphere.
To boot: the circus is a chance for these social outcasts to not only gain employment, but to provide them with a circus family. It’s also an opportunity for some to have long lasting and fruitful careers. And you may argue that they are gawked at, pointed at and so on. Even if they’re not freaks in the circus, they are freaks in the real world. Either way people are gonna stare. Why not get paid for it!!?!!

By the way… with a wooden leg, I am considered a freak too. Wouldn’t you agree? Without the circus, it would be quite difficult for me to get a regular job. I can’t drive, swim, walk up stairs or carry objects steadily without the risk of dropping them. So, I must say, that as a freak I am very thankful for the circus and my freaky family!

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May I compare thee to a circus day?
Thou art more sexy and more temperate:
Your tits do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s heat hath all too long a date:
Sometime too hot the ass of hippo shines,
And oft’ is her gray complexion dimm’d;
And hippo trainer Mave sometime decides,
By chance performer’s changing act desired:
But this hot ass Summer shall melt us
Could kill hippo trainer best in the South?;
Or shall kill our Mavis Rose wanderest in her glory days,
When her Hippo bond has grown:

So long as Mave can breathe, or work the ring,
So long lives Mave, and is hippo trainer she!

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It’s not easy being me. Everyone thinks this circus gig is easy peasy. I have news for you!!! Because I am a circus-gypsy veteran and have been a part of this circus longer than anyone else, people are always coming to me for advice about this and that. It seems that Miss Rose is the queen of the roost these days; the “circus matriarch” per say. It kinda has a nice ring to it don’t it? It’s as if I am the hippo queen; the leader of this maniacal monarchy.
For instance, the other day the Siamese twins came to my trailer. “Mavis dahling, can you fix this little problem we’re having?” I don’t work miracles!!! You won’t believe what they asked me. It seems that being joined at the hip has its downfalls. Although the twins have a lifelong friendship, a sense of comradery and a duty to stick with the other at all times, there are some disadvantages too. This time they were fighting over the same man, but refused to share him. I always assumed they were doomed to a lifetime of menage a tois. Most people wouldn’t complain about that! In fact, a lot of people only dream about hittin’ the hay with more than one lover.
But put your self in their shoes. If every time was a menage a tois, you might lust to have your lover alone.
There is something to say about a passionate one-on-one tango in the sack with your lover. It’s intimate, special… But the Siamese twins will never have that luxury. I thought about what they pleaded for assistance.
Solutions? Roll the dice, flip a coin, place a bet. I just told the ladies that they needed to work out the boy fight between the two of them. However, I made some suggestions. Share. Get a divider to make the other’s love-making less noticeable from the other side of the bed. Eye masks and ear plugs. These were the only pragmatic suggestions that I could come up with at the moment. And yes, they left in a huff without the ultimate solution that they sought from yours truly. I’m not Mother Teresa people! I don’t have all of the answers. If you need some advice, I will gladly give you my opinion. However, just because I am a seasoned circus gal, it does not mean I can solve all of your problems. To boot: I don’t mind your inquiries, but I make no guarantees. Sincerely, Mavis Rose Sinclair

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Today I was innocently lounging in my abode reading a cheesy crime novel that I’ve already read a thousand times when there was a loud rap at the door! I wasn’t expecting company so I was scantily clad and very cozy where I was laying at the moment. Reluctantly, I hobbled to the door and poked my head out. Oh! It was just trampy Gertrude. She wanted to “come inside”, because she “had important business” to relay. I let her in. As usual, her fat ass barely squeezed through the door… She is a hippo folks!
I quickly revisited the nest of pillows I had been inhabiting and she plunked down onto the floor.
The conversation ensued immediately. It went something like this:
Gertrude sighed.
I looked at her intently, with frustration building behind my gaze.
Gertrude spilled her guts.
The truth is… hold onto your hats people!
The skanky pachyderm never was pregnant in the first place!!!
The second she told me this, I could feel my blood pressure rising. My ears were burning hot.
Her reason?
She needed a fucking vacation!
Well if the girl needed time off, she could have just asked.
I was so pissed off that I demanded she leave immediately.
I must say though, that out of all of that, it is nice to know that I will have Gertrude back in the ring with me.
Maybe I’ll give her an extra brutal lashing with my wooden leg at the next show. -Mavis

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In my dream last night I took a bubble bath with bearded man. There were luminous bountiful bubbles bouncing this way and that. It was wild! I haven’t taken a bath in years!!! (My wooden leg gets waterlogged.) But the lovely bearded man seduced me into the frothy tub. It was absolutely lovely.
Squeaky clean, the bearded Adonis lead me to a giant room filled with cakes, tarts and anything else a hippo trainer’s sweet tooth could desire. Seated around this table were all of my best friends and closest family.
The lovely bearded man pulled out a chair for me at the head of the table, (of course). Everyone greeted me with smiles and hellos.
All of the sudden, there was a loud crash of symbols! A cacophony of music chimed and boomed from all directions. When I looked around the room. There were so many costume-clad performers surrounding me! Once they were in there place, they each stood as still as soldiers. Then, I heard a whistle! It was simply amazing! A decadently dressed man appeared in the gap between the frozen performers. He looked marvelous! A lush tailored costume and freshly painted make-up brought to mind glam-rock performers of the 1970s. This man’s face was painted entirely white and his eyes and lips were heavily decorated with bright color and glitter. It was as if he were wearing a mask. Like a gentleman should, he took my hand, kissed it and told me this was all for me.
“Let the dance begin!”
With a swooping wave of his arms the music, singing and dancing commenced!
It was gorgeous!
That is how my dream ended.
I tell you. This is a true dream. I wish I knew who the bearded man and the masked glam-rock man were.
Oh well. -Mavis